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  1. Grand Opening

    Owner: @Boone (Paddy) Fitzpatrick This is your hometown bar. The one you are comfortable coming to after work or after a day out on the lake fishing. Six pool tables line the exterior walls. Games are free so long as you're drinking. The walls are decorated with an assortment of hunting heads and old photographs of movie stars. Brick and beams gives it an old pub feel right in the middle of New York. Stools line all the pillars as well as the thirty foot long bar with twenty beers on tap at all times, at least six of which are Irish. This bar is being opened to help ALL players have an easy place to have single and group threads - don't need to wait for "permission" or an invite from the owner to use it. This is an OPEN thread for anyone and everyone to join! Post order not required since multiple conversations, groupings can happen in the same thread here! NPCs - Please do not abuse these NPCs as they will be further developed as staples by Boone to run the bar Behind the Bar: Hagan "Hawk" Monroe - Retired Boxer - Powers TBD Don't fuck with the bartender. Attempting to mess with his shit will get you bounced by him personally - possibly through a window rather than the door. Behind the Bar / Waitress: "Blue" - Powers TBD Like something out of a retro diner she is a sleek painting in the moose head on the wall bar. Like Hawk - messing with her will likely lead to pain... lots of it.
  2. A Night Ruined...

    June 25, 2018 The sounds of Kamelot's Silverthorn CD filled the air in the penthouse apartment as it's owner stood on the balcony over looking New York City sipping a glass of red wine. The slight breeze made the humid night air almost bearable. The small vibrations from his cell phone brought the Sheut Ka gypsy back to the present. Sighing inwardly, he retrieves the phone from his suit coat and checks the caller ID. It was Brett, his body guard, and closest thing to a friend. Sliding a thumb across the screen he places the phone on speaker and answers. “ Yes, Brett?” he asks with a hint of resignation in his voice. He had plans to stay in tonight. The Hush Club could do stand one night without his, or Brett's presence. Apparently not. Brett's voice sounds strained when he speaks. “ Sir, we have a small situation. I got a call from Rico, and he said someone was at the club asking for you and being pretty belligerent about it. I have the car ready to go downstairs when you're ready. I told Rico to keep the guy there and keep an eye on him till we get there.” Nodding to himself, Mythos sighs again and hangs up the phone. Tonight was not the night to get on his bad side. As he makes his way to wards the door, Mythos picks up the Sig p229 and slides it into it's shoulder holster and pockets his keys. He punches a series of keys on the pad by the door and the lights dim, the music stops and a light chirp sounds as the alarm system comes online. When he exits the elevator in the lobby his phone vibrates again. Once he checks the caller ID again he swipes the screen and sends the call to voicemail. She'll understand, maybe. Exiting the building , Brett opens the door for him as he slides into the backseat. After closing the door Brett slides into the driver's seat and pulls away from the curb and into the flow of traffic. Twenty minutes later the Mercedes G63amg pulls up to front of the club and stops. Brett opens the door, and waits for Mythos to exit. Adjusting his coat as he exits the luxury SUV, Mythos scans the sidewalk in both directions and heads for the entrance of his club, followed closely by Brett. After entering the club , Mythos heads for the bar , making eye contact with Rico as he crosses the room. Rico nods once and motions to the guy at the far end sipping a glass of whiskey on the rocks. A slight course correction bring Mythos and Brett directly to the man they had been called about. “You looking for me?” Mythos speaks as he slides onto a barstool next to the man, and letting Brett take up position directly behind and within arms reach of the guy in case any trouble should start. Brett was very unassuming to those who simply looked at his outward appearance. Truth be told, Brett was ex- Navy Seal and had the scars to prove it. The guy nearly jumped off the stool as Mythos spoke. Immediately he began to sputter and stammer, unable to string together a coherent sentence much less be threatening about it. “ Uh, Uh, I.....Uhm...Fuck it.” The guy's body flinched a fraction of an inch towards Mythos, but Brett was already moving and had his hands on the guy before he got close. Smirking slightly Mythos, looked at the poor guy whose head was now firmly planted on the bar under the weight of Brett's forearm. “I think you and my friend here are going to have a small chat about etiquette in public. I had plans tonight, but you, you, interrupted them. Now I have to make a call and apologize to a very beautiful, woman. That's going to cost me a lot of money.” The look on the man's face was utter panic as the realization washed over him and Brett pulled him off the bar and lead him towards the back exit. “You Bastard! I'll be back....With friends!” He screamed as Brett now forcefully, removed him from the premises. Pulling a silver cigarette case from his pocket he opens it and removes one. Tapping it twice on the case he slips the cigarette between his lips and lights it with the zippo from the same pocket. After placing both the case and the zippo back in his pocket, Mythos takes a nice long draw and exhales to calm his nerves. That sly smirk of his slides into place as he makes his way to an open area of the floor and with presence worthy of a celebrity brings the room to a dead quiet before he speaks. “Ladies and gentlemen, please for give that sudden outburst. That poor deluded man thought to come in here and cause a disturbance, but thanks to the quick actions of myself and my security staff we avoided an incident that could have caused serious harm to anyone of you in this establishment. As an apology from me to you, your next round of drinks is on the house!” With those words, the place erupted in applause. Laughing along with the customers, Mythos made his way through the throng of people towards the stairs at the back of the room. A slight nod to the security staff at the bottom of the stairs lets them know he does not want to be disturbed and Only Brett is allowed upstairs......